#*| headcanon

     “Thanks for that astute observation, kind anon. Is there something else I can help you with, or are you going to stick with stating the obvious in the shadows?” 

     “Here you are, making all these little promises, and I’ve got nothing to show for it. Didn’t your mother ever tell you not to offer something you can’t deliver?” 

     “Now, unless you’re participating, what makes you think I’d let you watch?” 

        “The high school football team can attest to how many dicks I can take at once. Don’t underestimate me, Nonny.” 

        “Both. Humans, as a whole, waste so much time longing to be cared for, to be loved and I’m guilty of it myself. I’ve spent much of my life worrying and wondering if anyone is ever going to care for me the way I want to be cared for. I guess, in the long run, I know I have to learn to love myself before anyone else can, but that’s boring. It’s not that I think anyone can’t love me, because I think I’m a pretty fucking lovable person sometimes, it’s just that I don’t believe anyone wants to.”

         “Probably not, but that’s okay. Love only makes fools of the best of us and I’d rather not waste my time with something that has a chance of slipping through my fingers. It’s exhausting spending so much time worrying whether one person will love you completely or not. No one has that much devotion running in their veins.”